Okay I blame this on OCD_Indeed!! It's all her fault I swear!!
While watching the MTV Movie Awards, we were chatting and when Kristen didn't kiss Rob when they accepted the BEST KISS AWARD, I had a theory as to why...
Thus this silly smutty one came (HEHEHEHE!) to me. I wrote this in a couple hours, and totally for fun!!
Thanks to OCD for betaing this little thing for me, and for asking me to make Rob talk a little dirtier!!
This is all fantasy people!! I don't know Rob or Kristen, but I REALLY want to know Kellan (how damn cute was he at the MTV Movie Awards??). No harm is intended to anyone...just putting down on paper what I have going through my little mind!
And PS...now that JenWordSong and I have teamed up to make these little RPatz/KStew stories a series of one shots...just wanted to put that out there and let you all know that qjmom wrote this one!
Click on the "Series" button to see what I'm talking about...Jen is a GENIUS!!! And this is going to be soooo fun!!
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Rob's ridiculous comment. Turning to the sound of the groan that came from my right, I really felt bad for the woman next to me. Rob had decided that to throw the speculation off of us, he would bring his publicist, Stephanie, as his date tonight. After Rob's little comment about the state of his pants, I was pretty sure she was ready to kill him.
"Last year I had to deal with the whole, ‘I don't like children' comment...do you know how big the TwiMom fan base is?? Do you?" Steph's eyes were wide, and I think there was even a little spittle gathering at the corner of her mouth. "And now...now he is talking about crapping in his pants? Isn't there anything you can do with him?"
Me? Was she serious? I was no better at this shit than Rob was. One of the main reasons we were still trying to keep up the illusion that there was nothing going on between us, was that neither of us was prepared to deal with the press.
"Uhhhh..." I was trying to find the words to soothe her, but there were none. She would most likely be earning her money later tonight. And Rob would be getting a tongue lashing...
Mmmmm...that made me think of our play time in the limo on the way here.
I totally did not want to ride with Rob to the Awards. Really, how stupid would that be for both of us to step out of the same limo? But, when he leaned over and whispered all the things that he had planned for the ride, and that he promised to ask the driver to take the long way to the theatre to give us more time, I, of course, melted. He so doesn't play fair.
The night was completely planned out, and he had arranged for him to be dropped off first, and then the driver would drive around the block and come back and drop me off. No one would ever know that we had spent a few hours playing in the back of the limo. He even went so far as to pick out my dress, explaining that it was short enough that he wouldn't have to work too hard to get what he wanted. And he definitely made good on that promise as soon as we were in the car.
Instead of letting me sit in the seat, he pulled me into his lap immediately, sliding his hand smoothly up my thigh. My whole body broke out in goose bumps at just the sensation of his hands on me. I felt the light, teasing ghosting of his knuckles over my panties, and I couldn't help it when my hips automatically moved into his hand.
"Ah, ah, ah...you need to be a good girl, Kris. We have a long ride, and I plan to use every single minute of that time." I felt his lips on the shell of my ear as his warm breath floated over my sensitive skin. That fucking accent was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
His fingers moved over the lace of my panties, easily finding the edge. I sucked in a deep breath as he carefully slid them between the fabric and my body. In a series of tortuous moves, he ran his fingers along the skin there for several minutes causing me to actually moan.
"You like that, Kris? Do you want more?" His voice was moving over me in the most sensual way, and I definitely wanted more...I wanted it all.
"Kristen? Are you seeing this?" Stephanie's voice brought me back to the crowded theatre where Rob was still on stage.
"What? Sorry, I kinda zoned."
"Look at his shirt!" she was getting loud, and I heard Cam from behind us when he let out, "Oh shit!"
I looked at Rob just as he was about to leave and realized that his shirt was buttoned wrong! When the hell did that happen? Oh, yeah...oops!
"How the hell do you two expect me to take the heat off when you do shit like that?" Stephanie was actually turning a light shade of red.
"I...I..ummmm...shit!" Was pretty much all I could manage.
Cam's laughter from behind us was not helping the situation at all either. He kept peeking over at me with that damned smirk on his face. He had been the one who kept telling me that before we were done shooting New Moon, Rob and I would be together. Smug bastard.
Rob had strode off stage, and other than Stephanie and Cam, I couldn't hear anyone around us talking about Rob's poor dressing skill. I couldn't believe we had made such a huge mistake! We were definitely going to have to be more careful.
"Kris, holy fuck! Every time I see you like this, just...fuck...I can't help myself I have to touch you, to taste you, to hear you moan my fucking name. Tell me that you want that, tell me that you need me to taste you," Rob whispered against my thigh.
He was kneeling on the floor of the limo, kissing his way up from my knee after freeing me from those lacey panties. His eyes were green tonight reflecting the dark black of his button up shirt. His light blue jacket had been discarded earlier and lay crumpled on the seat across from us. I knew it would get wrinkled, but I also knew that Rob could give a shit. "The Twifans eat up the whole ‘hobo' look," he'd told me on more than one occasion.
I glanced back down at him, those green eyes were boring into me.
"I do, Rob. You know I do."
"I want to hear the words, Kris." His tongue snaked out and he took one long luxurious sweep up my wet slit, stopping before he reached that spot that I most wanted him to explore. He was trying to kill me.
"I want that, Rob. I want you...all of you," I breathed out. Immediately his tongue made contact with that bundle of nerves that was screaming out for attention.
Rob's lips were soft and pliable, and as they kissed my lips, his tongue made small circles over my clit, causing electricity to shoot through my blood and move through my entire body. I slid my hands into his hair and held on as I rode his mouth to my climax.
"Jesus, Rob!" I cried out as the most incredible orgasm rocked my body.
When I finally came down from the wave of euphoria I was riding, I opened my eyes to see Rob sitting back on his heels, his eyes sparkling.
"Kristen, you are gorgeous when you let yourself go like that. I want to make you look like that every day," he whispered.
His voice was heavy with sex, he literally dripped in it. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to see him...to touch him...to love him.
"Shirt, off now," I commanded. I wasn't ready to talk about every day with him yet. I did love him, but I just wanted to experience us for a while.
Of course he complied and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and then pulling the t-shirt he wore underneath slowly over his head. He was teasing me...and he would pay for that. It wasn't like I hadn't seen his chest before, hell there were pictures all over the internet of me wrapped around that new and improved body of his from our shoot in Italy, but every time I saw his body, my body reacted violently.
"Damn Kristen! Where the hell are you tonight?" Stephanie was leaning into me again, pulling me from my Rob induced daydreaming. I was sure that I must have been red as a beet, because I was thoroughly aroused after thinking about what Rob had done to me with his mouth.
"Sorry," I offered as I glanced past her to see that Rob had returned to his seat. He flashed me a smile and I wondered if he could tell what I had been thinking about.
"You two need to look pretty. They are about to announce the nominees for ‘Best Kiss.'"
Oh crap! Oh crap...oh crap...oh crap!
I knew that if we won...which we would...I was going to have to kiss Rob in front of the whole world. There was no way that I could do that without trying to rip his clothes off and pick up where we had left off in the limo.
I slid my hand over the pale planes of Rob's chest, making sure to let the tips of my fingers slow circle his nipples before moving on. His entire body shuddered under my touch, and I couldn't help smiling at that. I loved having control over THE ROBERT PATTINSON. I loved knowing exactly where and how to touch him to make him groan or scream my name.
My hand moved slowly down over the light dusting of soft hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. I didn't stop my downward travel, letting my fingers to dance over the hard bulge that was testing the limits of his zipper.
"Kristen, luv," he inhaled deeply as I kept the pressure on his hardened shaft lying just under the material. "You are going to make me embarrass myself like a 14 year old school boy if you don't stop teasing me."
I let out a small laugh. There was nothing school boyish about Rob...he was definitely a man.
Sliding off the seat to join him on the floor, I gently nudged him back to the other side of the limo and into the seat. I smiled up at him as my fingers worked the zipper of his pants. Rob's soft moan filled the car as I freed his now fully erect cock. I really couldn't help that my tongue snaked out and wet my lips in anticipation of what was to come.
"Fuck, Kris. You are going to make me explode with just that look on your face." Rob's voice was deep and sexy as hell.
"And the winner for best kiss is...ohmyGod ohmyGod ohmyGod...Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart," Sandra and Ryan yelled into the microphone, the sudden up roar of the audience pulling back into my seat once again.
Oh crap...oh crap...oh crap!
Rob and I stood and I know that he wanted to put his arm around my waist and lead me to the stage, I saw the small movement of his body just before he must have realized that it would be a very bad idea to even touch me. I think he may have even known what I was thinking...he did play the mind reading vamp after all.
Thankful that I had worn my hightops instead of some ridiculous high heels that I would have tripped and fallen in more than likely, I climbed the steps. Everything seemed to be swimming in front of me as my mind worked in overtime, trying to figure out how NOT to touch Rob. I knew that it was tradition to kiss when you won that award, but I also knew that if my lips came anywhere near Rob's soft, perfect, beautiful...dammit! Stop Kris! There was no way I could kiss Rob.
I wasn't paying attention at all, and was a little surprised when Sandra pulled me into a hug. Get your shit together Stewart, I screamed at myself. I had to think fast, and Rob's close proximity to me was not helping me forget where things left off in the limo...and the promise that they would continue when we were done here.
Don't look at him...don't look at him...don't look at him.
I thought that if I could avoid actually looking into those eyes, blue now with his lighter jacket on, I could get through this.
When a small chuckle went up in the audience, I dared a look to see him taking his gum out.
"I need to uhhh...I need to remove my gum," he said into the microphone. Did he really think that I was going to kiss him...here...in front of the whole universe?
I took a few small steps back from him, knowing that he would be able to feel how desperately I wanted him, and not wanting to even give a hint of what we were to each other, I couldn't risk being close to him.
I watched him as he tried to prepare for the moment himself. For the first time I thought that maybe he was having a harder time with this than I was. I knew Rob, and as he pressed the heels of his hands into his closed eyes, I knew for certain that he was going somewhere in his mind to stop himself from attacking me on national TV. He really is a great actor...much better than myself, because I had already decided that there was no way my lips could touch his on this stage.
A quick glance at the audience let me know, that they were not going to let it go. I was sure that most believed that there was more truth to the tabloids than we were willing to admit. I mean hell, they lived the life, they knew that usually the story was exaggerated from some kernel of truth.
Rob looked so beautiful standing just feet from me, his eyes closed, waiting...the way he did not two hours ago as my lips slowly slid over his amazing hardness. Dammit! I felt the familiar wetness begin to gather in my center. I had to shake that away and figure out how to get out of this.
Tentatively, I took a step...then another, moving closer to the perfect specimen of man who was waiting for me to kiss him. That's all he wanted from me right then, a simple kiss. Then my eyes scanned down, and I noticed the ever increasing bulge in his pants. Maybe he wanted more than a kiss?
Nope. Not going to happen Pattinson.
I stepped even closer to him. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, barely opening. From under those eyelashes, I could see that he was staring at my chest. My nipples had pulled into tight peaks as the need for him and his touch washed through my whole body. A small smile slid, momentarily onto his face. I knew that no one but me could see it.
My progress stopped. I was only inches from the man whose words and touch sent me over the edge every time, the man that I wanted nothing more than to kiss...okay I did want more than just to kiss him, and that was the problem.
I covered my chest with my arms, and stood there, waiting, hoping that inspiration would strike. Rob looked perfect standing there, just waiting for me to come to him. I was so close to moving my whole body into his and just saying, "fuck it." But thank the Lord, I caught the movement of the stage manager in the wings waving at me to wrap things up. I took the opportunity to escape.
"Thank you so much," I said as I leaned away from Rob and into the microphone.
I could see the look of disappointment painted on Rob's features. Turning, to walk backwards so that I could tell him that I would definitely make it up to him later I saw him stalking after me and knew that I was in so much trouble.
We made it past the people hanging out back stage, Rob and I stopping to take pictures with either some other celebrity's kid and all of her teeny bopper girlfriends, or some grown woman who had won a contest of some sort to be back stage. After running that gauntlet, Rob steered me back into a dark corner behind some sort of huge piece of equipment.
I let out a small gasp as his hands glided up the bare skin of my thighs to rest solidly on my hips pulling me into his obvious erection.
"Kris, how the hell am I supposed to go back out there and sit with this?" He pressed himself into my belly once again as his lips took possession of mine. I gave myself up to him instantly and totally.
"I wanted you to kiss me out there, Kris. I wanted the world to see how much you want me." His voice was heavy with the need that he had for me at that minute.
"God, Rob. I couldn't. I just couldn't let myself go like that. I'm not ready to fight with the public for you. It's selfish, I know. But I already share so much of you with all of them...kissing you , and losing all control on stage, would give them just one more piece. We're so new, and I don't know where it will go, but I know that I want this...us...to be just for us." I let my forehead fall against his chest as he pulled me tighter against him and rested his chin on my head.
"Okay...I get it, but damn you have me so worked up. All I can think about is the limo ride here, and I just wanted to taste you again, to know that you were mine because I could taste myself on you still." Just the way he said that had my knees go weak.
"We have to go back out there you know. The show is only like half over," I sighed, trying to pull myself together.
"I know. You go, and I'll calm down a little before I head back out. Maybe not having you within my sight for a few minutes will help my situation?" He laughed and kissed the top of my head before pushing me away and towards the auditorium.
Just to torture him a little, I slid my hand over his swollen groin as I walked away. I could hear the pained groan from behind the tower of equipment, and let out a small laugh.
"So not funny, luv," Rob whispered.
Once back in my seat, I tried to calm down and focus, but the memory of the ride to the theatre kept playing in my mind. The heated and hungry look in Rob's eyes as he finally was able to take his seat again didn't help at all. I loved when he looked at me like that.
I peeked up at Rob as my tongue slid over his shaft. He was looking at me with such intensity I felt something inside me shift. I would never survive the night if he kept looking at me like that.
My hand circled him at the base of his cock and slid over the part that I couldn't take into my mouth. I let my other hand slide up to rest over his tight abs. Damn that trainer deserves a raise. I found a rhythm between my hand and mouth, and enjoyed the way that Rob's muscles flexed and relaxed under my hand on his stomach.
Rob's breathing was heavy and coming in short bursts, a sure sign that he wouldn't last much longer. Even after the short few months that we had been together, I was beginning to know Rob's body, what he liked and when he was about to cum. And the noises he was making meant that he was getting ready to explode.
"Mr. Pattinson, we are the next car to arrive," a disembodied voice filled the back of the car. We both jumped in surprise.
"Shit! Now doesn't that just bloody ruin everything?" Rob's voice was tinged with anger as his body tightened with his release. I was amazed that he was able to actually get off after being interrupted like that.
"Rob! Oh my God! We have to get fixed. Shit, shit, shit!" I was frantically trying to find something to get him cleaned up. Of course the easier thing would have been for him to finish somewhere else, but when the announcement startled us...well some things can't be helped.
"Calm down, Kris. It will take a few minutes for the people in front of us to get out, then we have a few more minutes for the car to get into place, and then even a few more before I have to get out." Rob was totally calm as he used a paper towel that I had handed him to wipe his stomach off.
"Just hurry, Rob." I was panicking. I mean all I had to do was slip my panties back on, and I had the ride around the block to do it. Rob was almost completely undressed.
When I next looked at him, Rob was completely dressed and a relaxed smile was playing on his lips. He slid me into the seat farthest away from the door, in the corner, making it virtually impossible for anyone to see me as he made his exit.
Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss across my lips as he whispered, "We'll finish this up on the ride home." Then he was gone out into the throng of fans and reporters, quickly closing the door behind him to ensure my presence wouldn't be discovered.
I felt my phone vibrate under my thigh, bringing me out of little stupor. Someone was going to figure this out, I had to get myself together.
Glancing at the screen, a slow smile slid over my face;
RU thinking of me?
I looked over at him and he was looking straight ahead, a little smirk on his lips. I wanted to kiss that smirk away. I was a little concerned about what I must have looked like while I was thinking about Rob. I could only hope that the camera never caught that one.
He leaned across Steph and whispered, "You need to pay attention, Kris. They are doing your category." My head snapped up to realize that they were indeed doing the actress category. I hadn't even noticed Cameron Diaz and those other two girls come onto the stage. Dammit! Get out of my head Rob!
I heard my name announced and stood. Really, these things aren't about who the best actress is, but about who is the more popular among the MTV crowd. I mean I appreciated the acknowledgement, but I wanted to be earning awards for my acting, not just because I played Bella Swan. Lost in my head a little, I didn't notice Rob had pressed a piece of paper into my hand as I passed by him.
The stage seemed bigger without Rob there with me. As nervous as I was about the kiss, at least he was there with me. I really hated this part of the business. I understood the necessity of it, and appreciated the fans, but if I could just do movies and not have to do this...my life would be perfect.
Setting my little popcorn statue on the edge of the podium as a rambled off something about how thankful I was for Stephenie Meyer, and Catherine, the cast and crew...I was so nervous, I can't even remember what I said at all. I was getting ready to leave the stage, when for I noticed the paper I had in a death grip in my hand. Ohh...did I actually make a list of people to thank?
I unfolded the paper, and glanced at it to see if I needed to thank anyone else. Then I read the words on the paper.
I know you were thinking about my tongue licking and tasting you in the limo...when this is over I'm going to bury myself in you...you won't be able to walk tomorrow morning. That's a promise.
I was so flustered by the words on the page that I could no longer think at all. I needed to take my little trophy and go. I needed to get in that limo with Rob before I exploded. Unfortunately my innate clumsiness took over and the popcorn box...which is really heavy by the way...slipped out of my hands and in my effort to hold on to it, I flung it across the stage. I couldn't have been more embarrassed.
Looking out into the audience I caught Rob laughing at me, but it wasn't about the dropping of the statue, he was pleased that he could get me that flustered.
Ohhh you just wait Mr. Pattinson...I was going to have him begging me later. That was the promise I made to myself right then.
Maybe I couldn't embarrass him in public, but I knew every button to push, or lick and touch, to make him squirm, and tonight...I was going to torture that man.
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